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Heart in a jar on a shelf
Heart in a Jar on a Shelf
I've got my heart in a jar on a shelf
It sure didn't get there by itself
I've put it there so you can't steal it
I sure would miss it but i won't feel it
If it gets dirty, I'll just take it out
a pure healthy lifestyle without a doubt
Polish it up with warm turpentine
let it cool down in a glass of red wine
There's something about this hole in my chest
It itches, it talks, it won't give me some rest
It says to me: "Fill me with stone! Fill me with stone"
Talks like every one else with muscle and bone
I keep my heart locked up, just for safe keeping
I'm counting the tears that my brain is weeping
Void of the emotional sphereInto the Void of the eMotional Sphere
You can't dye your hair without becoming a person,
or at least you can't do it without a reason.
You can't feel any pain without moan and complain
nothing, and only nothing, can describe this treason.
You can't even talk about death
since everyone else's parents told them not to.
Don't even waste your breath
since everyone else's already have to.
You're not allowed to feel depressed since you might kill your self.
or at least you're not allowed into the deep end.
You're not allowed to hide the fact that you know; they lied
Well I'm not like them, but I can pretend.
You're not supposed to wear
Dream: The Solitude of TwoDream: The Solitude of Two
Why should I live in a dream
when I know how to make it real?
Why should I not follow my heart
when I know exactly what I feel?
Why should i stick to my fantasies
when I actually know how to live 'em?
Why should I not accept this gift,
the gift that you've already given?
I just need some time to wake up
I just need some time to melt
To remember what I felt
to remember what I known
I just think I need some time on my own.
Then my only lonelyness will be
the solitude of two
and just for some time
I will spend an eternity with you.
The Shape of a GoddessThe Shape of a Goddess
What is it with your deep forest eyes
that makes my mind wander
What is it with your brigth blazing smile
that makes my world shiver
What is it that you say and do that makes me want to be
What is it with your heavenly shaped figure
that makes my body quiver
What is it with your intoxicating kiss
that makes my heart sliver
What is it that you say and do that makes me fall in love
What is it with your soothing soul that suits mine...
so perfectly well
This is less one of us regular feeble souls than...
...a goddess... tempting glorifying glowing Goddess!
The Pasts of the future
The pasts of the future
Why does it seem like I'm supposed to hate
everything I create?
Why does it seem like everything I do and everything I try
always ends up in chances passing me by?
I'm always having these moments of looking back.
The present is so distant and today is so black.
It's easy to live in the past,
but it's even easier to just picture the future,
you can never know what might float upstream,
darkest true reality or brightest true dream?
I can see it before me, the pasts of the future.
Still I'm looking back.
Still my chances is passing me by.
Still I'm dreaming of an even more distant tomorrow.
Still today is t
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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